Lu Chuan had a very sweet sleep.
The soft cotton bedding seems to have been washed many times, and now it seems to be wrapping him in a cocoon. The house is quiet, with no sound of cars, no neighbors arguing, or babies crying...
There is only the sound of rain outside the window, mixed with the sound of wind, and falling into the dead leaves.
He had a rare and sweet sleep.
The room was dark, and Lu Chuan vaguely remembered that Song Tan helped to close the curtains when he lay down. At this moment, he turned on the desk lamp, took out his mobile phone, and then discovered——
It's already nine o'clock in the evening.
After thinking about it, he sent a message to Song Tan——
[Wake up. 】
A moment later, there was a gentle knock on the door, and then the door handle was turned. Song Tan's happy eyebrows showed: "Have you slept well?"
Lu Chuan rubbed it Sitting up with his hands on the bed, his temples, his disheveled hair and handsome eyebrows showed another kind of cuteness: "It's a little too good, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight."
However, it’s just time to sort out my ideas for the new book. If I take a light nap in the early morning and don’t sleep too long during the day, I can adjust my schedule tomorrow night.
But during the adjustment period, exercise must be suspended...
As soon as this thought came to mind, Song Tan was already sitting on the edge of the bed, then put his arms around his neck and kissed his cheek:< br>
“You are so cute when you just woke up!”
Lu Chuan:…
Caught off guard, he was not even mentally prepared. His cheeks, ears, and neck "jumped", and the rosy pink color suddenly appeared again.
The next moment, he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly: "I haven't rinsed my mouth yet, I can only kiss my face."
The scar on the temple extended, and then Song Tan hugged his head , and kissed him gently: "I know!"
......
When Lu Chuan finished washing and came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Tan pointing to the milk and scallion pancakes on the table. ：
"Seventh cousin left this for you, saying that he was afraid that you would be hungry when you woke up in the middle of the night, so you can eat something to fill your stomach, and then eat more seriously for breakfast."
"However, there is a little bit of broken tea leaves added to the milk. It was Qiao Qiao who cooked it - it was Chen Chi who brought the milk. The two of them painted a very satisfactory picture, so I would like to thank you specially."
Lu Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then he became happy: "They just like it. "Okay."
"I like it..." Song Tan held her chin up and looked at him as he sipped milk tea: "A set of oil pastels costing more than 100 yuan, paired with a large bottle of cleansing oil that cost me 500 yuan. Then I washed off all the paint on my hands..."
Lu Chuan laughed: "Since I met you, you have never put makeup on your face - is that makeup remover still within its expiration date? "
Of course it's not there.
Originally, when I was working, I bought a large bottle of 800ml at a special offer. I thought it would be fine to use.
But in fact, it expired in July last year, and now I am using it for painting with my two children, so I don’t feel bad at all.
Lu Chuan saw that she was silent, so he took out his mobile phone and handed it over: "Then you can choose another set. Although you don't use cosmetics, what if you want to try them one day? Be prepared. It’s always good to be alive.”
This sentence makes sense!
Song Tan perked up and quickly took the phone: "Then I'll buy some more. Dr. Xiao Guo said that we can have more hand creams, hydrosols and the like this year. I just happened to buy some more different ones for her to learn from. Let's take a look. Do you need to adjust the formula? ”
She didn’t know much about these things. When she bought them, she searched for other people’s promotions, then looked at the sales, and finally placed an order.
Submit the order, switch address, click and pay in one go, and then I have the time to ask another question:
"The book you adapted didn't have a lot of emotional scenes? Why did the director come to the house before? He's the second male lead and he's so infatuated that he can't help but vomit blood or something like that?"
"Is it possible that the inspiration to cultivate immortality has turned into a bloody love triangle that is thousands of years old?" Lu Chuan almost didn't swallow the milk tea. .
But he quickly adjusted and explained:
“The plot of a purely inspirational male protagonist has too narrow a target audience. They asked me to come over for reference before, just for reference. The plot line inside. "
"The main plot remains unchanged, and the branch plot draws out the emotional lines that are vaguely written in the book. The main theme is love and separation. I can't help it. "
He. After thinking about the plot: "Because the male protagonist's emotional drama is always lost, the other part of the emotional drama will focus on the male and female partners - in the words of their circle: the male protagonist belongs to the female protagonist, but the male protagonist belongs to the female protagonist. The match belongs to everyone.”
"I read the script and participated in the investment. The overall plot is very smooth so far."
Song Tan felt relieved at this time, otherwise if her river beach was mixed with a bloody love triangle, she would not be able to look back. To be heartbroken.
But——
“You? Invest? Aren’t you afraid of losing all your money?”
For outsiders to invest in the film and television industry, there are 10,000 ways that it will be disastrous. . Although Song Tan had never been in contact with it, she had heard of it.
But Lu Chuan seemed very calm: "The investment amount is not large, and I can afford it if it fails - my cash flow has been considerable over the years."
"Also, I have a relationship with the novel website Cooperation and investment are also related to them, so it should be fairly safe."
Song Tan pondered these words silently and found that he was sure of the worst and best results, so he couldn't help but laugh again. He stood up:
"I thought you were an innocent older man, but I was wrong!"
Lu Chuan:...
He put down his spoon and said seriously: "I have never been in love or had a crush on anyone. Isn't this pure enough?"
"Money is something external to the body."
Song Tan's eyebrows Wanwan reluctantly said: "Then you are pure enough..."
The two looked at each other, and suddenly they both laughed again.
Then he asked curiously: "Did the director come to shoot the scene so early?"
Song Tan shook his head: "He saw the flower trees on the mountain during Qiao Qiao's live broadcast, and came over with a big storybook. The wind blows the peach blossoms, the fallen flowers are colorful, the white clothes are stained with blood, and parting brings hatred..."
"Wow! If we really want to keep shooting like that, with one piece of equipment and one more person, I won't have a few petals left on the flower trees all over the mountain."
Having said that, look at her relaxed appearance now , Lu Chuan knew that the director would definitely fail, so he smiled and shook his head:
“It’s good not to agree, because there are many film and television shooting spots like Huashu in other places.”
Although it is definitely not as beautiful as those on Songtan Mountain, it is better than being cheap.
"The aesthetics of this director's shots are quite outstanding, and the emotional nuances are very moving. He also has three assistant directors who are very good at shooting fighting scenes and grand narratives... They are also a well-known team in the film and television company."
"When the crew comes to film, if help is needed, the villagers may be able to earn extra money."
If this book hadn't been rated S for the project, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to hire such a team.
Thinking of this, Lu Chuan felt lucky again - thanks to such a team, the finished product in the future will not be bad.
Otherwise, if it were a bloody movie, he... I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hold his head high here.
(End of this chapter)